One day, Parker and I went to our favorite diner. It was our favorite because they had some of the best cheese dipping sauce for french fries. However, whilst looking at the menu for new treats, I suddenly encountered one of the biggest problems of eating out. There was a mental baby in the seat next to us who was crying it's lungs out. The crying was so annoying, we couldn't enjoy our food. So Parker and I left, with the fries only half eaten. This actually happened to me in real life recently, not even my tablet's loud music could block out the crying. And please don't call me a hypocrite since I am a babyfur.